Lyrics:
everybody that all energy problems
And all inflationary problems had
Been traced to and
Could be solved by the abolition of MUSIC
Chances are that most people
Operatic, flow is illmatic, even though I adjusted the tube, it's still static
Straight from the attic, music blasted out the Aiwa
Not Kanye, I still
This go out to C delores Tucker
(God damn rap music I hate that) bob dole
(It's just so violent and
It destroys everybody)
And everybody else who
speak about pain but keep Christ at the center
When writing my letters, with rhymes that are clever
HOOK- Scratches by DJ cverage Joe “When I write my
music
Special mystery of music tragically
Exchanging slaves for majesties
Modern waves of tragedy
Packing a two piece colt pair of shoots
A shiny
Everybody say ah, ah
Yeah, its 50 cent
and Lloyd Banks
and Young Buck
Yeah, and Joe
G-Unit!
everybody say (la la la la la la la la la la la la)
rock
Hey, hey
Mmm, mmm
Nuhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I'm surrounded by my friends
Eddie the sheep
Carol the donkey
Rasputia the parakeet
Oh don't forget Joe the cow
I
and ride away
Cowboy Joe
Look around and
There's something going around
Science can't explain
chorus
written by Dave Polich
c 1989 McJames Music BMI
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did,
to relax
Music's due for a relapse
Too many rappers with caps
Gotta get back to the root
Mind is the gun imma shoot
Influenced by God and the Trap
Used
got them livin in sorrow
Soon they won't live to see tomorrow
Imagine if big pun was still alive
I could see fat joe screamin terror squad
Imagine
The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow
Soon they won't live to see tomorrow
[Verse 2]
Imagine if Big Pun was still alive
I could see Fat Joe
Back in the day he was outta control
Need another standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam
Drank that
I’m fat joe still not a player
Lemme see a fine girl and I’ll Come out nature
Yea I’ll get her number yea I’ll Have to call her later
I won’t use real
shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Music to live by, music to die by
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Uhh, Music
you're Dick Butkus
One-half science and another half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco fooled around in Fresno
Got
the sheets with my radio
Turn down low
So nobody know
It's the late night show
Hopin' to hear Hey Joe
Jimmy was my hero
Head blown by Type are or was it
Crack
Yomo pa
Honey tú sabe', Yomo
Fat Joe, papá
Terror Squad (Fat, el goldo)
Rompa Discotekas
¿El Father, qué pasa?
Jay-z
Papá, Hector El Father
If you had similar upbringing then the music different
If You ain't come up the trenches i don't expect you to feel it
Ya understand
I got game in
when you rep that Strange Music
Suck my soul and I'll eat your funky emotions
Rock out, rock out
Rock out, rock out
Do my own thang
What they
Joe Pesci, she don't test me
Don't flex if you ain't got shit on me (uh-uh)
And you ain't got shit on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, come get
Dually kickin' up dust on a one lane road
Joe Diffie tunes hummin' out the radio
And the night so young as we are right now
Sittin' frozen in time
his mind up, but, was it the girl or was it the music? as you can see . . . girls, music, disease, heartbreak . . . they all go together . . . joe found
I'm up, throwing money, Fat Joe, make it rain
Got a dubby in my hand, West side what I claim
Yeah, we tote Glocks, hoe stop, before you get your dome
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